The world had changed and it had left him behind with it. The war had long since ended, and the young beautiful Peggy he had left behind was no longer quite so young, although she kept her beauty. She had also moved on, he was glad for her as he would never wish on her the fate of pining over him for all these years. However it still hurt to know she had a family, a husband. For her it may have been forty or so years but for him he had been going down for one moment but the next he was faced with familiar but aged faces.

Howard had changed too. He had left a bright young man who was brimming with energy and ideas; this man was not the man he once knew. He had lost his spark that had fuelled him, grown bitterer with age and no longer looked at the world with the bright eyes he once had. Peggy was equally not the woman that he knew. Almost selfishly, he found himself wondering if it would have been for the best if he hadn't been found until after they had been long gone. Left with only the memories of them rather than having to meet them again as different people.

There were few blessings that made him glad to be awakened from the ice. One of those was Howard's son (it was so odd to consider Howard having a son of all people), Tony. Steve Rogers had always had a fondness for children and there was something about this scrawny boy with the big attitude that was utterly endearing.

He felt a pang of lost and a new found respect for Bucky considering how the man had put up with his scrawny self for all those years. He wondered if they had ever recovered his body, he hoped he had a proper burial.

It was hard being consumed with the ghosts of the past when he was confronted with the energetic boy who was filled with so much life. Tony was a wave of fresh air and he was amazed by the other's sheer intelligence. There was also the fact that this little boy was the person who found him, he found that was special to him.

There was something he did not like, he watched the boy around Howard and it did not sit right in the pit of his stomach. They treated one another as strangers and it was like they both knew more about Steve himself rather than each other. That was not how families were supposed to be, Steve remembered his mother fondly with the way her arms kept him safe and warm.

Looking at Tony it was like he did not even know what a hug was, it was pitiful watching Howard and Tony's attempts at a hug. For two geniuses it was saddening to see they did not even know how to hug. So he naturally decided to take things into his own hands, or rather arms.

He found himself hugging Tony often, it had started off as an afterthought as Tony looked so sad so he just hugged him and Tony had looked very close to passing out after it. After a while Tony slowly and tentatively began initiating some of the hugs himself.

Hugging was a comfort that he felt that both of them needed.

It was hard adapting to this new world with new technology, new everything. Brooklyn was no longer the same. He was not forced into the new world however; the world remained unaware of Captain America's return due to Peggy keeping things under wraps as he regained his feet. Steve Rogers was going to return before Captain America ever would, Peggy made sure of that.

The world may be ready for Captain America but maybe Captain America wasn't ready for the world.

He was introduced slowly and painstakingly by old friends and the eager Tony. So when he learnt that there was something that little Tony did not know how to do? He felt it was merely a chance to repay the favour.

"Why would I ever need to learn how to bake a cake? I can easily just buy a few dozen bakeries." Tony huffed in the way he did when he wanted to hide how really eager he was under nonchalance. He had learnt from his father to hide his emotions as emotions were weakness but Steve did not really believe in that so he was trying to break both the older and younger Stark out of it.

"Because making something yourself makes whatever you made special." Steve answered with his Captain America smile that he used when he was trying to show Tony that small simple from the heart gifts were better than the ridiculously expensive, large and just plain ridiculous gifts he came up with. Tony seemed to think throwing money at a problem rather than involving himself emotionally was the answer when it came down to him wanting to show guilt or affection to anyone. It was things like this which he no doubt learnt from his parents that made him wish that he never went down in that ice so he could have always been there for Tony and help him grow up as a loved and less emotionally distant child.

"Pfft. If that was the case father would have at least tried some of my inventions." Ouch, that hurt a little but surely Tony saw that they had meant so much that they weren't discarded but rather displayed? Howard may not any faith in the fact they would work (he needed several words with Howard over his treatment of his son) but he never just binned them.

"Oh well, I'll just invent a machine that makes perfect cakes." Tony shrugged, Steve rolled his eyes.

"That isn't an option." He scolded.

"Oh, come on. Baking is for poor people."

"So you're saying you cannot do it then."

"I'm Tony Stark, I found you, didn't I? I can do anything. Even make a puny cake."

"Prove it. Bake one with me."

"Fine."

"Fine." Steve couldn't help grinning to himself; Tony was so predictable sometimes (despite generally being unpredictable in his inventions and ideas) and did not being told he was not able to do something. That was probably what made him a good inventor; he saw no limits and did not know when to give up.

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"You're supposed to put the flour in the bowl rather than over yourself." Steve was answered by a glare that might have been more intimidating if Tony hadn't need a chair to stand on to see into the bowl and if Tony's dark tousled hair and tanned face wasn't bleached white by the sheer amount of flour he managed to explode everywhere.

"Screw you old man." Tony responded coughing slightly as he swallowed some stray flour.

"Language. Respect your elders you punk." Steve couldn't help smiling however even as he reprimanded the younger, Tony rather maturely decided to answer with drawing a streak of flour down Steve's cheek. Steve blinked in surprise before the first Great Flour War of Stark Kitchen commenced, it was a dirty and long battle but Captain America came up on top after Tony relented and surrendered after he practically looked like a living snow-man with how covered in flour he was.

"A super soldier picking a battle with a child, how very gallant and honourable of you Captain America." Tony applauded with a more sass than Steve thought someone his size could hold in his little body.

"Eh-hem." That sharp tone could only mean one person. "What have you done to my kitchen?"

"Shit." Steve murmured, Edwin Jarvis despite having became grey was a rather intimidating man when it came down to certain things. One being Tony Stark and another being his kitchen.

"Language!" Tony scolded with a smirk before looking at Jarvis sheepishly. "Steve started it, he said he was going to teach me how to bake but instead he just thought it would be funny to cover me in flour."

"Traitor." Steve hissed, Tony answered via sticking his tongue out. How mature.

"Very well then Sir, I shall accompany you in future cookery lessons to prevent further damage." Steve gave out a small sigh of relief thinking they had gotten away without getting their butts whooped by an angry butler.

"However." Steve sighed too soon. "Master Rogers is going to clean up my kitchen and young Sir, you're going to take a bath. If I see a speck of flour from either of you there will be hell to pay." Steve may have pouted a little, Jarvis made him feel like a child with his scolding and although it was somewhat welcome after everything got a little much with the whole waking up in the future and the memories of war, it still mostly sucked. Especially as Tony was clearly the favourite child and got let off easily.